The Death of a King
Contest Entry: Ancient Egypt
Four men, one king what a show
Taught muscles, strong bodies, no foe
The sport of Pharaoh’s to kill a King
In rapturous applause crowds stand and sing
'I am a God' cries the new pharaoh
To prove it is a must
'But watch me adoring ones
Kill this King with a god given thrust.'
'Hold tight the rope you men, on it your life depends
Not only yours, but your family too
Let not the torn muscles or bloodied hands you bare
Because t’will be their deaths I swear to you.'
'Until I grab his mane
And with my God-given power
I will prove that before my name
Even this King of beasts will cower.'
Hurry now our muscles cry, the rope cuts though our skin
If you must kill this mighty beast you better first begin
Raise your sword son of the gods take his spirit to strengthen your soul
Just to leave this arena alive that is our only goal.
A mighty beast does fall leaving four men on bended knee
The pharaoh won the call his cheering people do agree
Their sweat it doth mingle with the blood of the mighty beast
Although they slayed a King, at least with their families they will still feast.
© 26/11/2013
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